Dance with joy amidst the rain
Stroll 'neath the starry, moonlit lane
Feel the grass beneath your feet
Don't fear the inner child to meet
Cease to lament your own dismay
Shoulder your burden, come what may
Have the strength to weep and mourn
Discover, that you have a heart of corn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem